These days I’m developing interest on coffee and planning to start my coffee joint soon… This could be the start for the execution…
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
‘What’s wrong, are you well,’ she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
‘I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,’ I responded. ‘Just two of us.’
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, ‘I would like that very much.’
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.
‘I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, ‘she said, as she got into the car. ‘They can’t wait to hear about our meeting’. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there star ing at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
‘It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,’ she said. ‘Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,’ I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other’s life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, ‘I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.’ I agreed.
‘How was your dinner date?’ asked my wife when I got home. ‘Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined,’ I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have time to do anything for h er.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: ‘I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you & the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.
I love you, son.
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ‘I LOVE YOU!’ and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till ‘some other time.’
Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a friend, to an adult.
IT’S 7TH GRADE..
I stared at the girl next to me… She was my so called “best friend”… I stared at her… Long, silky hair… And I wished she was mine… But she didn’t notice me like that… I knew it… After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before… And I handed them to her… She said “thanks”… And gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I want her to know that I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy to tell her… And I don’t know why…
IT’S JUNIOR YEAR..
My phone rang… On the other end it was her… She was in tears… Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart… She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone… So I did… As I sat next to her on the sofa… I stared at her soft eyes… Wishing she was mine… After 2 hours… I Drew Barrymore movie… And 3 bags of chips… She decided to go to sleep… She looked at me.. Said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I want her to know… That I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy to tell her… And I don’t know why…
IT’S SENIOR YEAR..
The day before prom… She walked to my locker… “My date is sick” she said… He’s not going to go… Well… I didn’t have a date and in 7th grade… We made a promise that if neiter of us had dates… We’d go together just as “best friends”… And so we did…
IT’S PROM NIGHT..
After everything was over with… I was standing at her front door step… I stared at her … She smiled at me… I wanted her to be mine… But she doesn’t think of me like that… And I know it… Then she said “I had the best time… Thanks!”… And she gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why…
IT’S GRADUATION DAY..
A day passed… And then a week… And then a month… Before I could blink… It was graduation day… I watched her… Perfect body… Floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma… I wanted her to be mine… But she doesn’t think of me that way… And I know it… Before everyone went home… She came to me in her smock and hat… And cried as I hugged her… Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said “you’re my best friend”… “Thanks!”… And gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her.. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy… And I don’t know why…
IT’S A FEW YEARS LATER..
Now I sit in the pews of the church… A church that she is getting married in now… I watched her say “I do” an drive off to her new life… Married to another man… I wanted her to be mine… But she didn’t see me like that… And I knew it… But before she drove away… She came to me and said “You came!… Thanks!”… And she kissed me on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I wantd her to know that I didn’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why…
I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”… At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years… This is what it said… “I stare at him… Wishing he was mine… But he doesn’t notice me like that… And I know it… I wanted to tell him… I wanted him to know… That I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love him but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why… I wish he would tell me he loved me”… I wish I did too… I thought to myself and I cried…
rest in peace my Love